Margarita<\/p>\n\n\n\n
10.04.2025<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I can go through the mud in the pouring rain with you, and down the mine<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He looks like an adult Billy Elliot.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He is strong.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He is persistent.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He has a spirit for adventure.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He is as clear as crystal about what he wants.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He cuts through things like a crystal.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He is caring.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He is wise.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He is witty.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He is sharp.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He is bright.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He catches the ball and throws it back.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He is aware.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He is passionate.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He fools around.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He pursues his passion.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He is tender.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
We dance.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
We walk.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
We talk.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
We bathe.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
We share.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
We reveal.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
We uncover.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
We make love.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
We eat together.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
We lie under the sky.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
We sit by the fire, discreetly compelling navy-blueness above our heads, trees there with us.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
We cuddle.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
We fool around.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
We embark on scary journeys deep inside, to meet and nurse our wounds.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
We undertake the efforts of making the frozen fear thaw.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
We express anger and hurt pushed down the pocket once upon a time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
We greet friendly jealousy, resentments, anxiety and the like showing up on the threshold of our consciousness.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The sparks are flying.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
We sit by candlelight.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
We verify things with each other.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
We grow together.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ma\u0142go Rosa<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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